Lol

Austin: *he grinned* hmm...I can't count that high

Austin: thanks pal *he grinned, pulling the trigger*

****! *He growled, throwing the gun*

*he cracked his knuckles* yea...

Because **** you! I hate you! *He grumbled*

*he hesitated before taking the bottle* oh you know why-

*he dropped the bottle* yeaaaa I learned my lesson about moonshine from the 1920s

No you dickhead! *He growled* I just know my history

Yea no...I'm more of a Corona guy...

Course you don't, I'm sure you'd much rather prefer a fruity drink wouldn't ya there princess? *He Snickered*

Because a sketchy drink for a non sketchy guy? *He blinked*

So unoriginal you had to rip off my joke? How amusing! *He clapped*

In case you haven't noticed I do as I please...

*he smiled* thanks for understanding

Oh man *he patted his pockets* I seemed to have misplaced it-

My gift to you...my switchblade, ugh what a shame- *he folded his arms* and I woulda made it quick

*he suddenly became nervous* y-yea that one... w-would ya mind paasin it o-over ole buddy?

Then where's mine, I got her name carved in it!! *He took off his coat, checking the pockets*

*he glared at him* take a wild guess idiot-

*he grinned* you know how to work one of those lil boy?

*he growled* you wanna get killed *****!?

Yes! *He held out his hand*

Oh great now it's infected!! *He snatches it from him without hesitation*

Oh to hell with you..this knife is special *he flipped it around then put it in his pocket*

Yea I guess so-

Brownies!? *He smiled*

Where are they? *He grinned*

And where is that?

Finders keepers!! *He ran off to the direction of his house*

*he stood at the sidewalk, unaware of Wich one was his* uhhhh

*he followed him* right, I uh...knew that

*he walked inside, grinning, knocking a few things over* trashy house

No!! *He screeched* you monster!

Hell no! I ain't some kid you can boss around! *He growled*

Ah ****! Okayyyy! *He grumbled, picking the things up*

*he dove for the brownie pan*

*he flipped him off* I run things here pal, don't call me a danm kid

Who's city is it? *He smiled*

You tell yourself what you want buddy-

Obviously dipshit *he sat down*

Ugh Jesus Christ old man just gimme the Danm brownies! Who cares about respect!?

*he grumbled* youre a real handful...

Takes one to know one! Hah! Gotcha! *He grinned*

*he stood up* you must really be asking to get hurt..

*he grabbed his shirt collar* yea and you quit it with the smart guy act

*he jumped back* my suit! Ah shes gonna kill me!

No! *He smiled* I'll just show her what you did!

We have an agreement *he folded his arms* I wear the suits she picks out..and she wears the bows I pick out *he swiped some of it off of him*

*he smiled proudly* oh trust me I know

*he scrubbed his suit grumbling* Alright that's enough indirect compliments to her-

*he passed the scrub back to him, adjusting his bow tie*

Yes please *he sighed angrily*

*he mumbled* I uh... apologise for messing up the first batch

*he nodded, pulling a cigar from his pocket* you mind if I smoke?

*he smiled slightly, lighting his cigar* so uh...you bake?

If it makes it any better I uh...*he spoke embarrassingly* I sew...

Yea I guess so, just a lil somthin my mom taught me *he chuckled nervously*

Yea..she was a good lady *he leaned back, puffing his cigar*

I killed her- *he looked out of the window coldly*

Tch...ain't that pussy stuff..?*he took another drag from his cigar*

Well... nobody's ever really asked bout my past...but uh...*he took a deep breath* I had a dad...never met him though, left as soon as he found out the slut got pregnant-

Well she rasied me different I guess...least that's what the doctors said...she told me "lies" bout men Because she was mad at my pops *he shrugged* told me we ain't worth shit.. were all dogs..good stuff like that

*he took a bite of the brownie and sighed* so she's tellin me those things and how do ya think I look on myself? I thought "what's the point of trying to be a nice guy?"

*he leaned forward on the table* so I got a job bein a bartender, lived on my own at 18 and that's when I met her..

*he looked away, the look in his eyes becoming sad* she was...so helpless...she ran away from home and was on the streets alone, what person wouldn't help her..?

So uh, long story short I took her in...did everything my mom said I'd eventually do to a girl...cheated, lied, broke her heart...out of anger I found my mom on the streets selling herself once again and shot her

To her...yea...to my mother...I wouldn't hesitate to do it again-

Well hold on, let's not forget she shot me twice! I ain't exactly the bad guy here *he rubbed his temples*

*he sighed* she killed me and did her own thing, killed some other dude and got her casino, made it big *he growled* left me behind-

Right... we've both done shitty things to one another so I leave her be..the same dosent go for her lil buddies though

*he pointed at him* you being one of them...but I do suppose I respect you more then the other guy..

Well... nobody's ever really cared bout my story, so uh...how about we be pals?

Pshtt *he smiled genuinely* and if you ever need a shirt patched up, or want a few bows

*he chuckled, eating the rest of his brownie*

Better then going to some stupid club *he laughed*

*he grinned* I know, I speak the truth

Well, it kills time...relives stress *he sat up*

*he shrugged* yea I guess so

Ey, id end up blowin my money on drugs anyway so consider it paying it forward *he laughed*

*he smiled, rubbing behind his neck* so uh...how bout you...how'd you end up here?

You just migrate then? Like a gypsy or something

*he chuckled* oh it's the place huh? Mhmm

Peopleeeee *he Snickered*

Right right *he put his hands up, laughing*

Oh nothing! *He put a hand over his mouth, covering his giggles*

Yea well, were all just tryin to make a living out here

Right *he smiled* well this city is mainly under mafia control so

Yea we don't really kill people for baking

Depends on the drugs *he laughed*

Sounds fun *he clapped* let's give it to homeless people and use them as guinea pigs

*he honestly looked surprised*

*he inspects the cake,* hmmm

Fair enough *he sat back* I respect you

*he laughed* you're secret is safe with me

Oh no I'm good, I live with a sneaky dog

*he grinned. Standing up*

Austin: they are like seagulls, once theynfind food they fight for it

That's sounds great *he laughed*

Austin: *he spoke as if on que* cats-

Austin: brownies!!

Austin: yea me too

Austin: I just love anything with chocolate on it honestly, only milk chocolate though, white chocolate is my kryptonite

Austin: yea me nither, too rich for me